The Walking Condom-Decorated Christmas Tree
"Hyaaah... hiih... oooohh...♡ I—I thought I was gonna die♡ Shiiiiiit♡ I really thought I was dead♡"
An hour of relentless, lethal clit-rubbing masturbation had stacked pleasure so high that when it finally crashed over her, she couldn't take it. It felt like her brain had been swapped out for a pussy.
Ah. So a person really could die from orgasm. She knew it in her bones now.
She hadn't been this sensitive before coming to Gehenna. Who knew her body would turn this filthy, this hypersensitive.
"Oooh...♡ nnngh...♡ eheh♡ Th—this is all... because of that damn Yin-Mark...♡"
I finally got my head back on straight...♡
She'd rolled off the bed and landed folded into a ㄷ-shape, her own pussy juice splattered across her face. Pink pubic hairs stuck to her cheeks, sticky with slick, and the whole mess felt disgusting.
She scrubbed her face with the blanket—
"Fuck... it's on here too."
In the end she wiped her face on the clothes she'd stripped off earlier in a fit of frustration.
"Hmm. I obtained some fascinating experimental results. I'm quite satisfied. I was able to determine the relative relationship between the Yin-Mark and the human body. Are you curious what kind of experiment it was?"
"No... I don't wanna know..."
Some orgasm-denial bullshit, probably.
"Then I'll tell you anyway."
"You got a dick jammed in your ear or what..."
Hadn't she just said she didn't want to know?
"Why. Shall I put one in for you?"
Hiiiiiiih...
Of everything she'd heard since being kidnapped to Gehenna, that was the most terrifying.
It wasn't teasing. It wasn't a temper tantrum. It was a perfectly ordinary, perfectly calm offer—because she genuinely could, and genuinely would.
That psycho mad scientist might actually do it.
"N—no... ma'am... um... I don't need that..."
Terrified the conversation might actually go there, she scrambled to change the subject.
"S—so, uh, what's that box?"
The suspicious box Elia had brought with her. Was it just her imagination, or did that pink cardboard carton smell faintly familiar?
"Ah. This. Do you remember what I said last time about the disharmony between the Yin-Mark and the body?"
Did she say something like that...?
"You don't remember. At present, Hermes, your body and the Yin-Mark are not in harmony. You can tell just from how drastically the Yin-Mark's semen-absorption capacity has dropped. By my calculations, you should have absorbed every drop of semen that entered your body the day you were assigned as a meat toilet."
That day... she means the moment they shoved my face into a mountain of cum?
They nearly smothered me to death in a semen pile, and THAT'S what she was thinking about?
"I suspect the Yin-Mark was tested on ordinary people, so the differences between a normal human and a magical girl introduced an error margin. Personally, I'm entertaining the hypothesis that channeling mana through a magic wand induces mutations in the human body... but well. The cause isn't important."
Elia shrugged and smiled.
"What matters is that the Yin-Mark cannot absorb semen—and I've brought a method to overcome that phenomenon. Namely, this."
From the pristine folds of her lab coat she produced a square object and tossed it over.
"This is... a condom."
A condom in a square wrapper. Paradoxically, it was the one thing she'd had the least occasion to see since arriving in Gehenna.
"Correct. I've cast a special enchantment on that condom. It matches the mana wavelength of the Yin-Mark and transmits mana wirelessly... ah, forget it. Explaining it to a brain-onahole like you would be a waste of breath."
"Shut up. Die."
"To put it simply: if you put semen inside that condom and keep it close to your skin, the semen is absorbed by the Yin-Mark."
Huh? So just wearing a condom lets it absorb semen?
"Mm... nice!"
"Right? It is nice."
For once, good news.
Sure, someone might say, what's so great about getting a condom, you brain-dead slut, finally fully committed to being a meat toilet, you loser premature-ejaculating masochist cunt—but look.
The structure was that the Yin-Mark absorbed the semen from the condom. Which meant the condom had to have semen in it. Which meant from now on, instead of a hundred million sperm blasting through her pussy tollbooth on a high-pass creampie express, she could have healthy, condom-protected sex!
For someone who got creampied every single day until her belly swelled, this was fantastic news!
The daily sex wouldn't change, but... at least she could get some psychological peace of mind.
"Th—then I won't have to do bareback anymore, right? Right?"
Up until that moment, she was genuinely delighted.
"No, no. Of course not. You'll keep right on having irresponsible, perverted creampie sex. What kind of idiotic thing are you saying? Have you been creampied so much your brain is full of cum too?"
—was what Elia said, right before she upended the box and dumped a whole heap of semen-stuffed condoms in front of her.
"...Huh?"
From the pink box reeking of that thick, coppery musk came a cascade of condoms. Purple, green, red, clear—every color of the rainbow. Each one drawn from a different person, judging by the wildly different lengths and girths.
Some were longer than her face, clearly sheathed over some female-corruption pussy-bat of a cock, with disgusting pubic hairs still stuck here and there. Others were finger-thin, like they'd been stretched over some pathetic NTR-optimized little kid dick. But every last one was identically bloated with yellowed semen.
A whole pile of condoms swollen like frogs, radiating that thick, rank smell of cum.
"Co... condoms...? These aren't... the ones I'm supposed to use...?"
"Good heavens. Who would do something so inconvenient? That would be terribly inefficient."
Elia's little smile looked exactly like a demon's.
"You'll take creampies from the baby-room housing gacha and absorb semen from these condoms. That's double the profit, isn't it? And I've already solved the problem of keeping the condoms close to your skin. I did use cheap materials to keep production costs down, so the texture is a bit like a bargain-bin condom—but that's fine, right?"
Elia pulled a tangle of straps from the pink box.
"Ta-da. This is the outfit you'll be wearing from now on."
It was absolutely not an outfit. The thing in her hands had more straps than fabric.
"O—outfit...? Do you not know what clothes are? That's not clothes, that's just string. Just string... wait, don't tell me...?"
The worst possible scenario bloomed in her head.
Straps. And condoms.
Before Gehenna, maybe she wouldn't have gotten it. But her brain—already worn down into a pathetic walking pussy—understood perfectly what Elia meant by "outfit."
"I—I don't want to... no. No! I'm not wearing that! I won't wear it! Who in their right mind would put that on! You're insane!"
Despite the resistance, Elia smiled as if she were having a wonderful time. Then she leaned in and whispered against Hermes's ear.
"You don't get to refuse just because you don't want to. You know that perfectly well, don't you, Hermes? What was the condition you offered in exchange for not revealing that Rika is a traitor?"
"To... earnestly participate in every experiment..."
"Correct. That's the right answer. Is refusing to properly wear the assigned experimental attire the attitude of someone earnestly participating in an experiment? I suppose you don't mind if word gets out that Rika is a traitor, then?"
"N—no... of course not... shiiit..."
Got me... she has me completely by the nose...
"Earnestly participate." That vague, fuzzy condition, and she used it to put a ring right through my snout.
I thought if I just half-assed it and pretended to try, she'd buy it. Elia is more persistent than I gave her credit for.
...No. I already steeled myself for this.
I agreed to a deal I knew was infinitely stacked against me.
Even if my body gets filthy... even if Magical Girl Hermes's mind gets worn down to shreds and vanishes...
I have to get the word out that Rika is a spy.
There can't be any more victims like me.
And for that, I have to wear this perverted whore outfit... I have to... kuh...
"Kh. Khuh... fine. I—I'll wear it. I'll wear it. So keep your end of the deal."
"Of course I will. Lies are inefficient, after all—results-wise. There's a manual in the box, so put it on exactly as instructed and come out. I'll be waiting outside."
Click, click—the sharp sound of high heels faded as she left.
"Shiiit... shiiit... shiiiiiiit..."
A short while later, she emerged dressed exactly as Elia's manual dictated.
"Hmm. It suits you wonderfully. You look just like His Majesty the Demon King's spare cum thermos♡"
"Fuck... damn it... you bastard..."
"Now, now, don't make such a long face. There's no mirror in your room, so you've never actually seen yourself like this, have you? There's a full-length mirror right here—go on, take a look."
Dragged along by the wicked scientist's hand, she arrived in front of the mirror.
Seeing it for herself, the sight was beyond description.
In the glass stood a single perverted whore. An onahole barely recognizable as human. A semen toilet that had somehow grown a brain. A walking condom brand ambassador and free collection bin.
"Khuh... y—you're too cruel... this is too muchhh...♡"
The pink hair that had been famous for its beauty back when she was an active magical girl was now tied into twintails—convenient handles for doggy-style and face-fucking—and instead of hair ties, the pigtails were cinched tight with green condoms. When she turned her head, the limp green condoms swung along after.
"Using condoms as hair ties. This way the smell of semen will never wash out♡"
Ring earrings hung from her ears, and from those, more condoms dangled in clusters. They were clip-ons rather than piercings, but more than enough to hang condoms from.
"Nngh..."
The "outfit" was a mesh bodysuit shaped like a one-piece swimsuit, deeply cut out at the back, with cock-shaped holes punched where her nipples were and a heart-shaped hole cut open between her thighs. The tight mesh dug into her flesh until soft meat bulged out between the weave, and condoms had been tied on at intervals all over.
Through the cock-shaped holes, her pink areolae and nipples jutted free. Those stiff nipples—hardened from wearing this perverted whore costume—each had a condom tied around them, so that every breath made the limp condoms bob and sway.
"Aroused, are we? Your baby-food dispensers have gone all hard."
"Sh—shut up... just shut up..."
"Saying 'shut up' while dressed like that doesn't exactly carry weight...♡"
Between her legs, a cock-shaped hole left her pink Yin-Mark glowing obscenely. Her pussy was technically covered—but only by condoms tied like a curtain through her pale pink pubic hair, so a single tug would expose a faucet of a cunt dripping wet. On top of that, several condoms had been knotted around her poor clitoris, so that every step made the condom cluster between her thighs sway—dangle♡ dangle♡
—tap tap♡
"Ihyuuuuh... d—don't touch the clit condoms... I'm not a punching bag..."
She was also wearing mesh stockings—except the garter belts were clipped directly to the outer lips of her pussy with clamps...!
A exquisitely pleasant ache pulsed constantly through her. Walking hurt and turned her on at the same time, leaving droplets of pussy juice trailing on the floor.
I—if this keeps up, my pretty magical-girl pussy is going to sag into a filthy black whore cunt...!
"Clipping garter belts to the labia majora. Unless you keep absorbing semen to restore your pussy, the aftermath is going to be difficult to manage. Don't worry, though. As long as you don't take off the condom outfit, that won't be a problem♡"
"Khrrrngh..."
Thankfully, her asshole had been spared anything elaborate. Like her pussy, it was exposed through a cock-shaped cutout—her rear entrance on full display—with nothing more than a single condom stuck in it, the tip poking out as if she'd just finished having sex and forgotten to pull it free.
A pretty, puckered pink asshole with a cheap yellow condom hanging out of it... it was basically advertising, hi, I'm a vacant-skulled slut who just got fucked and forgot to take the condom out♡
"Uugh... uh... uuuugh..."
She was grinding her teeth at the walking pink onahole in the mirror when Elia suddenly seized her wrist and started dragging her somewhere.
"W—wait...! Where are we going!"
"Where else? To go meet the original manufacturers of those condoms♡ Come♡ Shall we step outside♡"